Harry Potter and the Prophecies Life

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Prophecy of the Seven

A Battle Wages between Dark and Light

A Battle Foretold Long Ago

Red Shall Meet Green

Leaving in its Place but One Victor

The Green has faced The Red Before

He Knows What to Expect

Carrying in Their Hands

Weapons of Kin

The Seven Hold the Key to Victory

Each Have Seen and Beaten Their Terror

Each Holds a Part to the Ultimate

Only Together They Shall Defeat the Red

A Phoenix White as Snow

Leads the Seven

As a Guide

But Unbeknownst as a Friend

Heir to Lightning

Power of Old and New

An Ancient Form of Lion

Leads the Journey and the Battle

Heir to Earth

Knowledge of Great

A Cat From Lands a far

Leads the Search of Information

Heir to Fire

Loyalty All too True

Fox as Sly as a Serpent

Leads the Search of Roads

Heir to Wind

One Who Sees Into Time Itself

A Phoenix Pure Gold

Leads to the Path of the Future

Heir to Water

Cunning yet True

A Dragon of Aqua

Leads to the Truth

Heir to Dark

Shielded Behind Secrets

A Wolf of Nightmares Dreamt

Leads the Path of Destiny

Heir to Light

Strength Never Betraying

A Unicorn Long Forgotten

Leads the Road to Destruction

Together They Fight

Never to be Mislead

Carrying Weapons Of Past

Serve Them Well

Emrys Myrddin

Merlin

            An old hand laid the quill down slowly.  A hush silence fell over the room the man was in.  He had eyes as blue as the sky.  He wore robes of a dark blue that seemed to collide thankfully with his eyes.  He wore a grim expression.  What once was day was now night. 

            "May thy heirs be true.  May they win the battles to come.  I hand the world's future to them.  Win." The old man whispered to the mist below the castle he loved.

            The man took his final look at the fire, then put it out with a flick of his wrist.  The darkness swallowed his face as the light vanished.  He knew he would never see the future.   So be it.